After relying on the motherland, my supermarket has become more and more prosperous.

Jiang Wanwan thought that she had made sufficient mental preparation and convinced herself to accept reality.

But when she actually saw these child soldiers with her own eyes, her heart, which had been hardened to the bone, collapsed completely.

Reason made Jiang Wanwan clearly realize that at this point in the course of history, Songshan and even the Burma Road were extremely important, and it was inevitable that the child soldiers would go to the battlefield.

But she was still emotionally unwilling to accept this cruel reality. She wanted to try again and find the possible glimmer of hope.

However, Captain Zhao's answer shattered Jiang Wanwan's last hope.

"The country's war has reached this point, and the nation's survival is at stake. We have no choice. The sooner we can restore the Burma Road, the fewer lives we can lose. We are willing to pay any price for this!"

Yes, there is no choice but to do whatever it takes!

The philosophical question of whether one person dies or a group of people die is always so cruel.

Jiang Wanwan is just an ordinary person. She is emotional and conflicted when faced with such a problem, but she cannot condemn those who make painful decisions rationally.

Jiang Wanwan tried hard to convince herself to accept reality, but when a thin child about one meter tall passed by happily carrying the food he had just received, she couldn't help herself.

"Sending such a young child to the battlefield? Given his size, he wouldn't be able to do much, right? Why not choose some taller children? There should be some older children around here, right?"

Among the people who came to the supermarket this morning, there were some teenage children, at least older than the child in front of him who looked like he should be in first grade.

Jiang Wanwan never thought that she would be so hypocritical.

In order to prevent some children from going to the battlefield, it is suggested to send other children to the battlefield!

Upon hearing this, Captain Zhao shook his head and expressed a different opinion.

"Don't be fooled by his small size. He's only nine years old this year, but he's actually been with the army for six years. He's familiar with the soldiers' training and even helps dispose of the bodies of prisoners of war. He's quite brave!"

"The situation is urgent now, and there's not much time for training. If we really go to the battlefield, even if he doesn't have the advantage of height, he will still be better than those children in the village who have never been to the battlefield!"

Jiang Wanwan was stunned when she heard this. She didn't expect that there was such a situation hidden in it.

However, at what age do children help dispose of the bodies of prisoners of war?

"Where are his parents and family?" Jiang Wanwan asked hesitantly, with a bad premonition in her heart.

Captain Zhao replied, "He's the orphan of a martyr. Five years ago, his parents were killed in an attack while delivering a letter for the army. Ever since then, he's been with the army's logistics department. When he grows up, he helps with whatever he can."

Orphan? That child is actually the orphan of a martyr?

Then, five years after his parents' death, he, who was only nine years old, had to go to the battlefield and might become the same as his parents: a martyr!

Thinking of this, Jiang Wanwan's heart suddenly skipped a beat. She glanced at the group of child soldiers in front of her, and then asked Captain Zhao in disbelief.

"Could it be that these child soldiers are..."

Captain Zhao paused for a moment, then nodded gravely, "Yes, these 7,000 child soldiers are almost all orphans. Most are the orphans of soldiers who died in action, and have been working in the army's logistics department to make a living. There are also a few local orphans."

"Too many soldiers died in the Battle of Songshan, making it difficult to recruit new soldiers. Later, when the recruitment age was lowered, these children enthusiastically signed up to join the army. We hesitated, but in the end..."

After careful consideration, we finally agreed to let them sign up for the army!

Jiang Wanwan looked stunned. She couldn't describe in words how bitter she felt at the moment.

Orphans and orphans of martyrs enthusiastically signed up to join the army...

Jiang Wanwan had always wondered what kind of mother would have the heart to let her nine-year-old child go to the battlefield?

Even if someone like Mrs. Yang tried her best to give birth to children, she would still wait until the children grew up before sending them to join the army.

If we let the third or fourth son of Yang Dasao go to the battlefield now, even if Yang Dasao is trembling with fear, she would rather go herself, right?

Yes, only when all parents and relatives have passed away will a nine-year-old child go to the battlefield!

At this time, Jiang Wanwan had no intention of continuing to chat with Captain Zhao.

She turned and walked out of the supermarket, step by step to the nine-year-old child.

The child was sitting in the open space on the left side of the supermarket door, with his head down, concentrating on unpacking food.

Seeing that the other party had tried to tear the braised egg bag twice but failed, Jiang Wanwan couldn't help but squat down and said softly, "Do you need my help?"

The child then realized that there was someone in front of him. He subconsciously looked up and immediately lowered his head shyly. But the next moment he couldn't help but raise his head again, looking at the person in front of him curiously.

Jiang Wanwan smiled and let the other party look at her. After noticing that the child had relaxed his vigilance a little, he spoke again: "Let me help you open it!"

Perhaps sensing Jiang Wanwan's kindness, the child tentatively handed over the half-opened braised egg.

However, when the two hands appeared in the same field of vision, the sharp contrast between black and white made him quickly retract his little black hand.

Jiang Wanwan felt a pang in her heart, but pretended not to notice what happened, and opened the braised egg and handed it over naturally.

Then she introduced herself: "My name is Jiang Wanwan, you can call me Sister Jiang, what's your name?"

"My name is Zhang Quansheng!" After the child answered, he carefully took the braised egg and licked it.

Realizing his subconscious action, Zhang Quansheng's face froze and he quickly looked at Jiang Wanwan opposite him, as if he was afraid that the other party would dislike him.

Jiang Wanwan still smiled naturally and asked, "Isn't it delicious? This egg is marinated with seasoning, so it tastes better than ordinary eggs."

Seeing this, Zhang Quansheng relaxed and said with a smile.

"Delicious! I've never eaten eggs before. No wonder people say eggs are good!"

After these words were spoken, Jiang Wanwan fell silent again. Although she was quite articulate, she didn't know how to respond.